Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Winter Fishing - The "Ghetto River"


I hadn't hit he water in a week or two, seems like forever. Snowboarding has occupied my time, its been one powder day after another, I can't complain. But I was feeling the itch and the past few weeks had been moderately busy and a bit maddening due to a broken phone…. Ah, a welcomed high pressure was here, normally I wouldn't say that but it gives me an explanation to hit the river.

I had a chance to meet up with Jerry (Nova) in the morning; the plan was to meet Mike and co. at the river and go from there. Upon arrival we discovered that Mike's roomy had a leak in the waders, a big leak. So they packet up and left the river open to Jerry and I.

As the driver he gets the first shot and in no time he had a fish to hand…. then another one. By this time I was re-rigging to the contagious fly, pink worm. My finger tips were freezing and my knot tying abilities were deteriorating miserably. I am not a good nympher, not sure if the continuous rigging or the lack of patients, but between the two it’s a recipe for failure. Once I "thought" I had it and it slipped or brokeà and repeat and repeat. Finally, after 20 minutes I was ready. A few casts here a few casts there, bam I was on, sweet… and just as fast it over, I lost it…. #%@^&!!! What happened? I gathered my line to take a closer look, yep I can clearly see what happened…. bad knot, %@*@$#*! I lost my 20-minute rig in just a few seconds and lost my last pink piggy. All because of one frustrated knot, it was over, lesson learned… again ; ) Jerry stepped back up to bat, while I rigged, and landed a nice sucker fish.

After re-rigging, again, we moved on.

Signs of a midge hatch could be seen on the waters surface, it was really going off.. As we made our way up, I noticed a spot that "looks fishy". Winter fishing is a bit different that the standard summer runs, the fish move around in search for a good winter home. So, this particular spot was 50-50, maybe, maybe not. I heaved my weighted rig anyway. A few casts later I had a nice Rainbow/Cutthroat hybrid on, the colors were brilliant. Made a few more casts with no strikes, one last cast at the head of the run, and a fat little Brown was tugging at the end of the line. That bought back the smiles. We left, pushing on to the next spot.

Jerry was up… a great looking deep hole was ahead. This had to produce. The first strikes were very soft, almost too soft… but not for Jer, he didn't get fooled, he set the hook on this one. At first neither of us cold tell what it was, there wasn't a visual. The rod was bent so White Fish came to mind. Then it jumped, actually skyrocketed out of the water, a fat old Brown! Jerry fought it really well, landed it perfectly. He even shared a snow cone with it : ) And then landed the hippo of the hole, a huge fat sucker! That thing was enormous to say the least and the photos don't do it justice.

I lost another rig, nothing new but I really didn't care. I got a few fish and satisfied tojust enjoying the scenery and the surrounding sounds. The snow was fairly high on the banks, sun was bight and the weather was perfect. Animal tracks could be seen at most any river edge or crossing, birds were flying and trout were feeding, woo-hoo life is good. … But take a step back and you see, trains, planes and automobiles, some trash, some graffiti a few pieces of art and a backdrop that was created by something only nature can provide. Why people litter I have no idea, I don't think they do either. We hit a few more holes, watched the plethora of midges hatching. The snow-covered banks were covered with midges, big ones, small ones and tiny microscopic ones. Only saw one fish on the surface, classic ghetto river style. We made it back to the car, laughed at how pissed Mike was going to be and called it a day…. Good times, great day on the ghetto river.




9 comments:

Durangler said...

Dude-

I am so envious of you! I just moved from Utah in August and I miss it so much!!! Your blog is great and I think that your pictures, for me, are the highlight. I wish that I would have seen you on the water prior to moving so I could get in on your wisdom and skills.

Love the blog! Hope you don't mind me adding you as a link on Brookies and Browns.

When I get back home, would you mind trying to get out on the water together? You pictures make me so jealous!

Scott

BG said...

Thanks for the kind words Scott! You are more than welcome to add the blog.

Hit me up whenever you get back here, I really don't have any skills and my wisdom is lacking... I just get lucky ever now and again ; )

Best of luck and thanks for the visit

-Bryan

cheech said...

Dude.... dude.

Gnarley. get your damn phone fixed!!!!!

BG said...

The new phone will be here tomorrow... finally!

I just hope I can retrieve all the numbers off the old phone... its completely broken.

BLUEANGLER said...

WHAT!!!! I thought you are too busy to fish...
WHAT A FISH! NICE PHOTO TOO!

BG said...

Yepper.. found sometime to get out. This is Jerry's "Nova" fish, a porker for sure!

MFRW and his farm said...

Cheatin bastard.
Nice photo genetics.
I smell damsels and trout.
Time is not moving fast enough.

pat said...

Hey Bry cant wait to get the whole story on this. I just stated my own blog as well....Later Pat.

flyfishingunlimited said...

Hi Bryan,

This is a great story, with some beautiful fish caught!

Great photos, too-keep them coming!

Vlad